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Picture This 1/2

Giant sexcapade with an utter minxy nymph. mainly teasing, playing, manual, cunnilingus, butt sex and other tribadism, anal and taint stimulation… in this part. I know I'm obsessed with this man's ass.

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You're watching tv with your boy's head in your lap, stroking his hair. He isn't just yours lately, or since you started fucking around; he's been your boy since you became friends, you think. Offering himself up. You just had to take him. He looks up at you, sleepy, happy and sweet. In a fuzzy plush pink bathrobe. He turns his head, nuzzles your belly.

You reach into his robe, stroke over his breasts, tweak his nipple, play with it till he moans, then tickle him so he laughs, lips brushing your lower belly through the cloth, and you can kind of feel the vibration. You lick a couple fingers and get back to teasing those titties, fingers wet on the other nipple, lightly scritching his scalp, nape, neck. Savoring the pleasure on his face. He swears softly, moans more, hand tugging your purple robe open to get at your bare tummy, plush lips, tongue, teeth careful on it, your hip. Dipping up quick to suck each nipple, then back down to the pouch of your belly, gazing up at you, petting your mound, lips and nose brushing over pubic hair, breathing you in, ramping that tickly arousal into a throb...

You pull him up into a lazy make out as his soft hands slip over your pelvis, thighs, mound, your upper pussy as you shift to give him more access. You're panting for it too. You're getting wet, full already, pressing up on his hands, shifting him to get his breast in your mouth, hands on his ass, pelvis, more teasingly on his dick and balls than he is on your pussy.

Being best friends who also fucked into next week was... wow. What an eager, quick learner he is, you think, remembering early times, touching you damn good, that fucking luscious mouth, offering all of him, warm and pliant, helping you feel so good, to come, and come, and come, thanks to his nymphy self.

His thumb finds your glans, above it, upper inner lips too, outer labia, stroking like you ask until you start tensing... Then he, the clit tease, is stroking your thighs as you sqeeze him to you for more kisses. “Smoochies!” you exclaim and he giggles back. He moves to get your robe off, so you help.

You get his off, pull him against you to rock up against his ass as he rubs on your belly. Too bad you don't have a big mirror in the living room like you do your bedroom so you can watch you two here too... Thinking about turning him around, still straddling you, or any position that you can watch his ass thrust, grind, bounce against you. “Clap them cheeks,” you murmur, realizing you said it aloud, making you both laugh. He ain't the only goober. You settle for remembering rather than turning him because you still want to watch his face, kiss, suck that mouth, jaw, neck. Grabbing his hips and stilling him to drive into him more to his grin, shifting into it, a giggly “clap those cheeks,” making you chuckle. Oh god, the things he gets you doing. One hand slips to his ass, pets it, his skin so soft there too, swats it, to his “clap,” making you cackle, give another swat, then squeezing. More pets, light stratches, there and the small of his back, another swat on that pretty damn juicy round booty given his sex and frame. You'd be more embarrassed if you weren't so turned on, and he didn't like these things so much, panting as much as you.

"Sound so fucking good...” he murmurs, voice thick. You make a silly little moan at that, making you both cackle more, and him silly moan in turn, longer. You stroke over his back, butt, that sensitive delicate skin between his cheeks, and he wriggles, exposing his taint, the underside of his balls to your roving hand. He gets his thumb between your labia, strokes over as much as he can as you shift to let him. “Hot n wet for me too, huh?" Your goober. You buck up, swiveling, sliding his thumb over you more, nice and slick.

His mouth moves to your neck, and he sucks kind of sloppy but so soft. Both likely in part because of those heavenly, plump lips. Plump like your other lips, feeling so swollen, glans, body hard, even inner labia kind of, wet, even more so now, nipples hard too. So are his, those tiny pebbles, you think, petting over them while you mouth over his neck, and he's humping your stomach again, ass back over your crotch, noisy already. He's not stroking your clit anymore, but that's more than fine given said ass and his mouth sliding in your slick thumb to suck on, moaning. You swear, legs spreading in answer to get him on you more, dick and balls on your mound, both shifting to get your cunt on him better, hard clit and swollen lips nudging his balls and taint, picturing it in your head...

Suddenly, he's shifted, his sex on your thighs mostly, tonguing and sucking one nipple, then the other, as you both rock together. You feel his warmth leave all too soon as he scrambles down, onto his knees, on the floor before you. Spreading your legs out and up, getting a good look at you slick, so aroused it's pretty red, full like he's told you you look, like you've seen in the mirror, like you picture. Including the mirror by the bedside when you can, times he or you brought a hand mirror out so you could get a good look, not just see what peeks out from the top, especially when aroused. What he must be seeing; by sight alone it must look more than ready for his mouth too. It is. Ready, craving to fuck with all of him.

"Please, can I?" he pants, biting his lip. “Want it in my mouth,” he sighs, but he doesn't get it there, not yet, just gets his face closer, moaning. “Even the smell is... Fuck.”

It reminds you of last time he was on his knees before you. You were standing up, him mouthing over your panties, sucking you through the fabric, you rocking back, moaning how he wanted to get them off and fuck you properly. “Please, can I?” he begged, eyes opening to gaze up at you, tongue flicking out, licking over the skin near the trim... “My mouth needs to get fucked...” Shoving it aside with one hand so he could get at least part of your cunt directly, tongue sliding deeper, happy moany noises vibrating the sensitive flesh, you thrusting, grinding more, but still subtly...

“Are mouths made for cunts, or are cunts made for mouths?” he asked, as you came down from your... third orgasm that way, dizzy, thankfully then against the wall, and you both decided on both. Especially his, with that absolutely luscious mouth of his. He switched to gently making out, love with your pussy then, more for him than you, how it felt best to his lips, tongue... as you stroked his hair, only gently rocking into it. Imagining what it looked like, your cunt in his gently suckling, lapping mouth. Remembering what it looked like, how it felt to you, what you pictured when you did that same “make out with that dick (and balls)” on him.

You're swaying, tempted to touch yourself, but not wanting to block his view. You flex your muscles there a few times, aching, needing his mouth, needing to come...

He strokes over himself a couple times, your eye following. “Fuck me with that cock if you're not gonna get that mouth on me...” you moan. Fuck his view, you think, rubbing over your swollen almost sore with needing to come clit, lips too, with a couple fingers, then three, then palm, rubbing all over because it's starting to hurt over most of your pussy. Fantasizing it was his mouth, his head between your thighs, moaning as much as you...

He licks between your fingers, where you slide off to give him access. “So fucking good...” he pants. You grind against your fingers, his suckling lips, tongue that's sliding out for you to do just that on too.

“It hurts...” you whine. He pulls back, sorrying.

“No, no, cause I need to come, B. Let me come...” He didn't tell you not to, wouldn't except as a suggestion, game you could easily back out of and come, but... you want him to make you come... His mouth... on you... Bulbs really aching...

“My girl needs my mouth? All over it? Like I need your cunt? My queen gonna fuck my mouth?” he moans, petting lightly over your vulva, cupping it, pressing the whole thing against his open hand, both moving. Licking his lips. You pull him in for a big kiss as you nod, whimpering.

His eyes soften, and he dives back in, getting his mouth around you, tongue wide and flat, sucking as much as he can, for you to fuck, him fucking you back like you command.

Shaft, lips swelling even more before your orgasm grips you only about a minute later, bursting, crashing, hand pressing on your belly to mimic what a fuller bladder does on internal parts, massaging your mound to move things around to help things along. First orgasms can be tricky and you need to fucking come.

It doesn't take away the ache though, just abates it for seconds after your orgasm is done. Not that open feeling you sometimes get (that you usually prefer riding out anyway, not soothing, especially because two fingers or larger makes most of your clitoris kind of blank out), but like everything is still sore, especially the lower half... You tell him to rub a couple fingertips hard down there, as he laps over your upper vulva.

He moves up onto the couch, you shifting as you catch on to the end so he can fit belly down, legs up, under your leg, spreading your legs more, holding your labia open so he can get his tongue on your hard clit. His mouth sucking more widely around it, remembering to go easy because you just came. Tongue lightly circling around it like your fingers did... You envision what it might look like, eyes shutting, your clit in his mouth, his mouth suckling, tongue swirling, from inside his mouth, like his mouth had a tiny camera.

You come again, even stronger this time, feeling the pulses, contractions gripping, flowing out to and beyond your fingers keeping you spread for him. Then slipping them between you so you can feel the aftershocks, like he is, tongue pressed to your labia, his finger slid inside, feeling your rhythm around him. You give him a couple extra clenches. “Vagina hug.”

How he feels when he's close, coming, coming down... inside when you feel him like that too, gloved lubed finger surrounded by the tight pulsing warmth of his anus, fingertip on, probably massaging, his swollen prostate, often imagining what it looks like, flits through your mind.

You tug his hair gently away, and he slides back onto the floor. You remember to grab him a pillow for his shins, probably already with imprints, so it's not just a bathrobe this time. He kisses over your thighs before you instinctively rub your sex against his nose, mouth, chin, to his moan, opening up for more, so you spread. You can't decide if you want more of this mouth—made for pussy, goddamn—or to grind on his dick and balls, or ass, or thigh, or... Maybe something hard, that presses into your labia, all over, so you can really get at it, like that fucking lovely cock of his...

“Make your tongue harder...” you sigh, rocking, grinding over it, his nose some, chin. “That mouth is made for fucking, fuck, B...”

The dick option winds up decided as a no for you, at least for now, when you feel his moaning increase, his muffled “fuck, gonna come” and he does just that, spurting on the bathrobe under his knees. You picture that: that flushed little cock jerking, spurting, untouched. Shit. He doesn't usually since his midtwenties, yet still not needing much penis (or prostate) stimulation to come with a mouth full of pussy, but he didn't get off last session.

You want it in your mouth, sucking, tonguing, as he fucks shallowly in & out of your mouth, or on your cunt, either or both of you rocking it all over him. Getting it nice and wet with you, balls too, before he does, as he does, it's so fucking sexy wet, picturing it... You want to scoop up that come, rub it all over his dick, balls, pelvis. Or watch him do it while he keeps eating you out. Want to grind all over his softening, limp if he can handle it dick. Watching the pleasure on his face...

He doesn't let up until you come again. You'll never not find it hot as hell how turned on he gets getting you off, feeling it, especially in his mouth, tasting it. “Pussy is a... fucking experience. Like... Wow. All of it,” he once said while rather high on weed, momentarily dipping into surfer dude (who loves pussy more than the waves). It certainly is for him. Especially it right at his face, to see, smell, taste. So turned on he can come from it. Fuck.

You lick some of yourself off his face, then kiss him, over and over, not just those swollen lips, so turned on you're instinctively grinding on the couch.

You clasp his bent upper arm to you, fucking it, rubbing hard for you, focused on the lower half, trying to soothe that ache. “Better position?” he suggests, and yes, straddling him upright sounds about right... His calf winds up doing the trick, well muscled and cushiony, soothing that deep ache in your clit, under your labia, getting you through another orgasm.

You cover him, mound to ass, kissing over his shoulders, panting, both rocking. “My sweet boy. Such a good boy for me...” you whisper in his ear, kiss over his jaw, neck, lightly bite him there, suck hard enough to redden the flesh for a bit, neither as hard as he often goes for. Those quiet moans. Then giggle out a “nom nom nom” as you bite a couple more times, suck, making him laugh too. You urge him to get ass up anus, perineum, scrotum exposed. Stroking up and down that line, little circles, as he wiggles into it. You lick your fingers, rub them over his balls, then get more slick from your soaked vulva and brush it over his balls to butthole. Then massage that delicate skin, pressing hard on the taint to get at his prostate some, other hand petting his back and buttcheeks... Some deeper, louder moans. “My moany man...” Watching back and forth between his backside, balls—should you suck those? you think, wanting them in your mouth—and his pleasured face...

Your cunt feels so swollen, almost sore, needing. Needing to mount him. Even if you didn't have a regular cycle, things like this, feeling so needy, horny, active, craving a few to several hours a day of fucking with him, big and smaller sessions, for days on end... would give that it was coming soon away. (From usually three days days before to the end of your period are your spontaneously horny, high strung time. You want to fuck more often, longer, and you two do indeed do so, you often masturbate alone more, especially if he's away on tour, phone sex, sexting, video calls too, in those eight or nine days than you do in the rest of the month. Not that the rest of the month is anything to sneeze at, especially with your babe being such a minxy nymph.)

You grip his hips, angling you both for it, him presenting for it, asking if you're “gonna clap these cheeks”, wiggling his ass with an eager grin. So turned on, but still finding that line, the shimmy funny. Giving a medium sized swat on each cheek, and a small one for his balls. Struck by the sight for a few seconds, thumb brushing up him over the line in his scrotum to tailbone... Such a sexy sight. Utterly gorgeous.

Then you're up again, slamming into him, thrusting several times before doing more of a desperate grind, aching, sore with needing to come. You still watch as you go, pussy focused on the left cheek, both cheeks buffering your movements, watching him rock, grind, thrust back. Feeling even wetter, fuller, heavy. Your clit kind of nudging sometimes between his cheeks, then you taking advantage. Getting one leg up to spread you more, and for leverage, inner and outer labia pressing in too, leaning over him, one hand now on the couch, other squeezing his hip, rocking, firmer, and firmer again, faster, tensing up, legs shaking, it bursting through you, swearing through it.

He teasingly grinds his ass and sack up against you as you come down, covering him more. He comes up on his hands, one hand covering yours after you bring it to his breast, focusing on the nipple, areola, stroking over his front. You keep rocking, not trying to come again. He rocks back, then practically twerks, making you giggle. And keep rocking, asking him to do it some more. Kissing over his face, neck. Hand teasing over his thigh, pelvis, other thigh, avoiding his semi-hard dick & balls... Until you don't, stroking those lovely silken things. Those fucking noises he makes, how he pushes back against you, sways forward into your caress...

You wind up pressing him down on his belly, debating whether to straddle him, or cover him... Looking at him as he grins up at you, hips rocking into the couch, making sure to emphasize that ass. Speaking of “dat ass,” you sigh, slapping it, shifting down to his feet, pussy finding its spot on one, the arch mostly, rocking, and smooching over his lower back, ass, spreading his cheeks and licking over that puckered skin, the spot below. You two get carried away sometimes; thank goodness you two showered a couple hours ago. He moans so appreciatively, hips subtly going, you lap over him several more times, massage his taint with a thumb.

“What a minx,” you sigh, as you get up, swat his ass, asking him to flip over to fuck that now you see mostly hard dick he was still rocking into the cushions.

You manage to remember to literally run to the bathroom for mouthwash, and a... pussy wash and hands in case, before running back.

He grins seductively, one hand in hair, splayed like a pin up. “Minx at your service.”

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This does have Brendon energy. Also reminds me of this cake, and how I bet Sarah got him it ;) I call this photo "Brendon Urie: A Summary" lol

Brendon: can we get birthday cake?

Sarah: it’s not your birthday

Brendon: the cake won’t know!!

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Me: I should write some quickies (eg no orgasms for either; she gets 1-3, he gets none; she gets 1, he gets edged; 1 each...)

Also me: *keeps on writing several thousand word hours long sexcapade smut fics*

What can I say, I really get into it when I write sex with him heehee. I'd rather get a 3-4 hour fuckfest with B than one 30 min or so quickie, or even two or three of them XD (Really, anything under an hour is rather a quickie to me. That's short, people. Under an hour and a half feels short to me. Depending on various things eg how long teasing before starting to come, how many orgasms I can handle, want, if he's one and done or can go for 2 or 3 orgasms, a full bladder, him keeping helping me come and come, or something else getting me in a state where I crave, get double digit orgasms, how late it is/timing/scheduling, anywhere from 2-4 hours is my jam.)

Hope to post this 6500 word one I'm currently editing/revising tonight. Called Picture This to give you a hint. Also, I remain obsessed with that man's ass to give another.

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it was settled between them and the case was dismissed, vacated due to that

Did Brendon Urie ever win that lawsuit against Shane V.?

literally no idea, sorry. if it happened between 2010-2020 then I am def not someone to ask

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Best parts: pretending he doesn't have nicknames (when he gives us one of them as his name no less), listing celine dion which would probably be taken as a joke given most of the answers but is legit a fave of his, his first celeb crush as scott stapp lmao (when his first celeb crushes were jessica alba, d'angelo, daniel day lewis), best book (i never was into babysitter's club, only ever reading the one book (about claudia?), just went for california diaries. ducky!)

there were times in late 2006 when the whole band seemed over the absolutely endless interviews. some of Brendon's defeated/rebellious answers were especially funny (another example).

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Came across this tweet and thought you might find it interesting (for lack of better word):

twitter.com/SluppyDoodles/status/1760492893175714153

Whenever I see this sentiment I feel like I'm totally insane because I just don't feel like this at all. Vast majority of the time outside of some very specific occasions, I've never found it difficult to masturbate or have an orgasm. I've never thought "oh this is so complicated, would be so simple if I had a dick", it's literally never crossed my mind.

Like I realise that the nature of a tweet like this is that it probably attracts engagement specifically from people who agree, and people who don't would just ignore it especially because saying "actually I find it pretty simple" could sound like a humble brag. Also I don't think anyone who has difficulty orgasming should be pathologised or made to feel like they're "broken".

But, and maybe I'm being cynical because the tone of the tweet was kind of implying that this """"fact"""" was unfortunate/bad, it just feels like all of this talk about "oh cumming with a pussy is so hard and laborious, you people with penises just have it sooooooo easy :(((( it's not simple for us like it is with you" just feels like a very convenient way to explain/hand wave away why the sexual state of affairs are the way that they are. It's just nature/biology/anatomy, after all, not patriarchy, phallocentric culture and definitions of sex, etc. It's just hard for them to cum, how unfortunate.

There was even a comment that was saying how "evolution doesn't prioritise orgasm for afab people, some people can some people can't, sad how romanticised it is for us when some of us just aren't designed to get there".

Which like first of all that is not how evolution works lmfao, it's not a sentient force that "prioritises" certain things. Secondly it kind of confirms that this is the result even if it's not intentional. "Oh all men are designed to cum but some women just aren't designed that way it's evolution it's just the way it is".

Pretty sure you've mentioned this on your various accounts a few times before but like female babies masturbate to orgasm... If a literal baby can figure it out then I'm pretty sure it isn't that inherently complicated for females as a group (but of course there will be variation between individuals just like there is for males as well).

I'll also say as someone who started masturbating as a child (around 8/9) before I actually knew what sex/masturbation was, it was always pretty simple and straight forward and I always brought myself to orgasm, to then during puberty and adulthood to basically be told that this apparently isn't true, that cumming and masturbating if you have a vulva is really difficult and complicated, that you should be envious of people with penises because when they masturbate they just do a simple motion and then cum, but females apparently can't do this (even though I literally can). It's so fucking weird.

It's also really strange how in recent times there's been quite a lot of discussion about men having death grip syndrome from masturbating with too much pressure and thus being unable to get off from piv/oral, or getting so used to masturbating with porn they struggle to get off without it, but it's women who are being said to be the ones who need a super specific technique/pressure to orgasm.

meant to respond forever ago, finally am:

i've been masturbating, and doing so to orgasm based on my mom's description, since i was a baby too. and it's so common for people to treat that as freakish. when it's common, esp for girls. girls are actually more likely to masturbate as a baby (eg humping, pressing a blanket or hand between their legs, squeezing/syntribation) and in later prepubesence than boys are. most girls are masturbating to orgasm by age nine (eg shere hite's research), whereas boys start at 11-12 (and usually orgasm for 6-12 months before they start ejaculating).

but we expect boys to, and don't expect girls to. many even think girls can't, or think females can only do so vaginally (lord). girls are shamed far more, and it's often thought we shouldn't even when those same people think boys should or it's at least ok to. girls are even pathologized for doing so. or it even isn't quite understood, or not understood, as masturbation.

there is so much evopsych bs around that eg thinking clitoris not at all relevant to human or mammalian evolution and it's just a vestige that'll eventually be eliminated. when all female mammals have a clitoris, and a couple other species do too (eg snakes have TWO). and some species even evolved largely external clitorises (humans, bonobos, chimps, hyenas, elephants...) and all female mammals have some form of external genitalia. hardly sounds completely pointless to me.

most women can orgasm within a few minutes in masturbation. i'd bet we'd be coming even sooner and more of us were it not for patriarchy repressing, controlling, exploiting, reshaping female sexuality heavily for 2-5 millennia. (eg bonobo females orgasm within 15 seconds).

and it's so weird to see "oh it's so hard" being posited as because it's external rather than in the vagina. when that doesn't make it harder, it makes it *easier*, not dependent on risking reproduction, not dependent on putting things in the vagina and hence a much higher infection risk. easy to access in all sorts of contexts eg during play, grooming, conflict resolution, just have to have someone use a hand, mouth, rub on their thigh, tummy, arm, foot, backside ...

ain't it funny whether male orgasm is posited as easy or difficult, specific, it remains the centre, catered to, seen as very important by both sexes, a need... (and female orgasm seen as just a vestige at best, not the point, female genitals far inferior to the almighty penis...)

also telling that women masturbating via humping is seen as dooming them to no orgasms in partnered sex, something they need to fix and "train themselves to come the right ways", except maybe during piv, but the fact some men masturbate the same way is never seen as oh no he's doomed to never come eg men being active, seeking, using another body to orgasm is part of the standard definition of sex, the other options seen as possible also revolving around that (mouth, anus, breasts, thighs...) but there's no recognition of female seeking orgasm, being active for her pleasure outside of piv eg her on top, grinding against his balls, shaft, mound, and "use your hand, toy on yourself during sex so you can come too"

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may i say, greta salpeter is a really underrated singer

forever obsessed with this musical.

update: you can listen to it on Forgive Durden's youtube channel! Brendon was only in that. This musical sadly didn’t get the type of live production it deserved.

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I was watching a french documentary following the police unit dealing with child abuse cases.

At some point an 8 years old girl was interviewed by the police after she stated that her 14 years old brother had anally raped her. She first said so at school and a teacher rightly informed the police, which led to the mother and her daughter being asked to come to the police station.

During the interrogation, the girl said she had lied about the rape. She explained that anytime her mother was out, her brother and his friends would watch pornography. Her brother would constantly harass her with it, flashing her with violent porn, talking and laughing about it, which had inspired her statement.

After saying all this, she and her mother were sent home as if nothing happened. The documentary's narrator then explained that the police would mark the girl's profile, informing all police officers that she had lied about being raped once, and that in future if she ever came to report a sexual assault she would probably not be taken seriously after being flagged as a self admitted liar.

I was absolutely stunned.

We're talking about an 8 years old girl. She was obviously trying to express her fear of being raped by her brother after he expressed an interest in violating women through his use of porn, but also an interest in violating his sister by imposing his perverted sexuality on her. As a child she was trying to understand and express the danger she was in, being sexually harassed and traumatized by her brother. She was detailing the content she had been subjected to, and identifying with the women she was shown. She was a victim of incest already and had assessed the danger of her situation very acutely. She said she had been raped because her brother's actions made her feel like she was being raped. Because she was being violated indeed. You don't need to be a child psychologist to understand that. This was a clear case of sexual abuse, not by a parent, but by an older sibling.

Yet because watching pornography is perceived as a normal activity for boys, a coming of age activity even, a mark of manhood, nothing came out of it. Not legally at least. "Oh well, no harm done!" "Boys being boys!"

And that's if she did lie about being raped. Which we can't be sure.

In any case, for trying to put her distress into words, she was punished for life. By a unit supposed to protect children. And this is yet another example of how trauma is used against girls and women to protect rapists.

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lmao "seduction room" esp given that he's a literal baby. get home to your mother XD

also: prelude/inspiration for diamonds and daggers?

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Kala lost her sweet puppers Larry

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*makes noises* not just the booty, but back, Venus dimples and the trapezius dimples. And thighs, and nipples ... Especially the last one *fans self* I'll stop now 😂

This is inspiring some fic right now just sayin

Liquid human.

I think this is one of my favourite photo sets I've done for some time, as it seems more genuinely *me* rather than me acting as the model.

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If you didn't know this blog existed, you're welcome 🍑

(also this has serious Brendon energy. It's the kind of getup he would get into to seduce, put on a show for, show off dat ass to, "peacock" for Sarah on Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's, Sarah's bday, his bday 😂, International Women's Day... 😉 )

A pink Christmassy stretch

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look at this wee bubby baby boy 🥺

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How so cute, bb?

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Dynamics other than B and Ryan (and, previously, B and Dallon) get such short shrift

in Malaysia & Australia (August 2008)

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